"Cranberry" lyrics

[Booter Bee:]
(Hal made it special)
Ba-ba-ba-Booter

Olders, youngers, everyone's gettin' it
I ain't gonna shoot no one that's irrelevant
Load up the six shot if I get pissed off
Hell break loose if it's Booter pressin' it
I know they heard 'bout me
Broad day bootings, live in the B
Head shots only, gang get smoky
Tryna put a pagan's head by his feet
You ain't been opp block, five in the handy
Spotted a pagan, flew out the backseat
Me that slapped it, try do a hat trick
Pissed that the three-eight bells didn't last me
Did it in dingers, did it in taxis
Pop them doors, turn pagans athletes
Fat boy ran off, but didn't have fast feet
End of the story, we turned him cranberry

How many opps did me and **** get?
Got ****, got ****, got ****, ran outta breath
Free JD, Jugga and S
They put my guys in the cage cah we put guys in a grave
Main road tour, got five in that bull
That's me that jumped out, shot up the place
If it weren't me, it was done by the G's
If it weren't us, it was more time Gaza
I ain't gonna swing my fists like war
The shotgun shells gonna burn like lava
That three-two spinner same size as my palm
That sawn-off dotty same size as Nala
I crept up, **** got cheffed up
How many opps got chopped like shawarma?
Give me the dotty, I know what to do
Head shot if I lean out the coupe
Opps ain't gonna try step on my shoes
They know that my head top's loose
They know if I step in the ride, it's a wrap
Pull up, bap, bap, bap
Don't try run, get one in the back
Try play hero and get one in the hat

Olders, youngers, everyone's gettin' it
I ain't gonna shoot no one that's irrelevant
Load up the six shot if I get pissed off
Hell break loose if it's Booter pressin' it
I know they heard 'bout me
Broad day bootings, live in the B
Head shots only, gang get smoky
Tryna put a pagan's head by his feet
You ain't been opp block, five in the handy
Spotted a pagan, flew out the backseat
Me that slapped it, try do a hat trick
Pissed that the three-eight bells didn't last me
Did it in dingers, did it in taxis
Pop them doors, turn pagans athletes
Fat boy ran off, but didn't have fast feet
End of the story, we turned him cranberry

[Mazza L20:]
Olders, youngers, everyone's gettin' it
You ain't gonna shoot no one, that's irrelevant
Shotgun, twin pipe, trunk like an elephant
Shh got smoked like weed in an element
Now he speaks with a speech impediment
Test gats on rats, experiment
He's an informant, givin' intelligence
This spinner won't leave no evidence
Shh got smoked and now he's a skeleton
So I guess he ain't gettin' inheritance
Still in the trenches like I'm a veteran
Waxed up the shotgun shells and peppered him
I had a laptop bag with a Remington
Pedal bike days, on a pushbike, peddlin'
Do it on sight, love the adrenaline
Too much metal, I'm still not sellin' 'em
Mag come empty till I put men in 'em
Still not comfy, still not settlin'
Said I'm a psycho, still no medicine
He got sent to the light like Edison
I'm from Liverpool, not from Everton
You ain't never cut no face with a razor
You ain't never put no opp in a paper
How can I miss when the Glock got a laser?
Light or dark, Dappy and Fazer
He got rubbed off the mat like eraser
That's a GoFundMe, not a fundraiser
Stains on the pavement like I'm a painter
I know the killers, they owe me a favour
I was in school with a blade in my blazer
Made like 50K off a shaver
Hate from your neighbour, love from a stranger

[Booter Bee:]
Olders, youngers, everyone's gettin' it
I ain't gonna shoot no one that's irrelevant
Load up the six shot if I get pissed off
Hell break loose if it's Booter pressin' it
I know they heard 'bout me
Broad day bootings, live in the B
Head shots only, gang get smoky
Tryna put a pagan's head by his feet
You ain't been opp block, five in the handy
Spotted a pagan, flew out the backseat
Me that slapped it, try do a hat trick
Pissed that the three-eight bells didn't last me
Did it in dingers, did it in taxis
Pop them doors, turn pagans athletes
Fat boy ran off, but didn't have fast feet
End of the story, we turned him cranberry